Tom Clancy
Red Storm Rising
Berkley Books, New York, 1987, p. 431
They call it the smell of the sea, Morris thought, but really it’s not. It’s the smell of the land. It came from the tidal marshes – all the things that lived and died and rotted at the water’s edge, all the smells that fermented in the marginal wetlands and when released blew out to sea. Sailors considered it a friendly odor because it meant that land, port, home, family were near. Otherwise it was something to be neutralized with Lysol.
